Extracurricular Learning (Ch. 2 – Masturbation)

***This story is purely fictional and based on functional characters. Any resemblance to real people and real situations is merely coincidental. There are over 30 “Lee” High Schools all over the country. This isn’t one of them. Happy reading!***

Eric Jackson stared at the page, his heart racing. Sitting across from a student asking to learn something, he would have thought it would be easy. Every teacher’s dream was to have students who wanted to learn, right? But this student wasn’t your ordinary, curious student. This was the object of this fantasies.

Ella Fitzpatrick was 5 feet, 11 and 3/4 inches tall. He knew because she once lamented that she wanted to be 6 feet tall; her legs and ass were her best feature, shapely and toned from playing volleyball and running track for Lee High School in rural Virginia. She had auburn hair that she used to try to style stick straight, as was the fashion of all the high school girls. As a senior, Ella had finally embraced her wavy locks and it gave her an unconventional look. She was pretty, smart, witty, sexy without trying, and everything Eric Jackson feared as a proper, God-fearing male high school teacher.

He looked at her pretty pink lips, pursed in resolve. It took a lot of courage for her to ask to be taught about masturbation. Her father was a preacher, and he was sure her parents hadn’t spoke of birds, bees, or any other types of sexual expression. No, they would save that for her wedding night. If that. He looked at her pretty grey eyes. Her eyes were striking, and he never had difficulty maintaining eye-contact, even when she came to Science Bowl practice in tiny volleyball shorts. Sometimes blue, sometimes almost green, now grey, and beginning to fill with tears.

“I’ll teach you,” his voice sounded like someone else’s. He cleared his throat. “I mean, I’ll help you learn about that. I think it’s a good plan. If you are in a situation where you like a boy and he is pressuring you for intercourse, the more things you know the better. You can use – other means – to satisfy each other and not worry about getting pregnant…” he trailed off. She beamed at him, and he felt less awkward. “Of course, if you are at all uncomfortable, you have to tell me. Some of these things may seem “wrong,” but I want you to at least think about things. Maybe try them…” He was feeling hot, but knew the basement was the coolest part of the school. They had been restocking the teacher workroom and checking in books when Ella found the Sexual Education books, still in wrappers. A small school like Lee didn’t allow such subjects to be taught, and it showed. The teen pregnancy rate was astronomical; he often wondered what the divorce rate was. It seemed many people his age were on a 2nd or 3rd marriage. Being recently divorced himself, he couldn’t imagine putting himself through that again.

Her honey-thick voice brought him back from his thoughts. “Where do we start? How would I practice? I broke up with James a long time ago…”

Jimmy was her ex, and Mr. Jackson smiled, thankful he was out of her life, so much so that she reverted to his formal name. “I think one step at a time.” He looked at the book, 2 inches thick because it held health class information as well. “Masturbation is the butt of many jokes, but is actually a normal part of life. Both sexes masturbate – males and females. This chapter will discuss the many ways to become aroused and how to safely…”

Ella laughed at loud. “You’re reading the book!” she exclaimed. She laughed and took his hand that was following the words. “I could do that!” His heart quickened at her touch and he tilted his head quizzically. “We don’t have time to read the whole thing – I think I need a crash course.”

Eric began shaking his head while Ella turned the pages, stopping on a picture of dildos and vibrators. “What’s this?” she asked with a concerned look.

“Um, toys,” Eric answered. She turned her nose up. “You need to make sure if you use anything, that is if you insert anything in your vagina, it is specifically designed for that use.”

Her shoulders sunk, and she looked deflated. “Oh,” she said quietly. “There’s no way I could get something like that.”

“Or you could use your hands, your fingers,” Mr. Jackson added quickly. Ella blushed but met his eyes. “Do you know how to do that?” He added softly. She nodded, a movement almost imperceivable. Mr. Jackson closed the book, maintaining eye contact. “You’re right, we don’t have time for this,” he said, pushing the book aside. “We’ll learn masturbation, then we’ll talk about oral, the we’ll talk about sex. We’ll be done by prom, but I want you to have the tools you need to decide for yourself how far you want to go, if anywhere at all,” he added quickly.

She visibly relaxed and smiled gratefully. Then she laid back, bending her knees so her white lace panties were showing. His breath caught, and before he could say anything she lifted her skirt, gathering it at her waist. Ella’s hand found its way into her panties as Mr. Jackson’s mind silently screamed stop; but his mouth was agape, soundless. Her panties were loose, and she easily pulled them aside, giving him a partial view of her puffy pink lips, glistening. She slipped a finger inside herself and Mr. Jackson felt like someone had put a jolt of electricity through him. He didn’t want to scare her, to make her think it was wrong. He had to tread lightly. He began by steadying his breathing, and realized he had been holding his breath. “This is certainly a crash course,” he thought. She slipped two fingers in, moaning. He felt his cock stirring, but her voice shook him free of his trance.

“This is what I normally do. I feel good, so I think I’m doing it right.” He nodded, staring at her hand working her pussy. Her fingers were slick, and the stark contrast of her hand slipping into her pussy against the white lacy panties were doing more to Eric than any perverse website ever could. She took his silence that she was doing something wrong. She stopped and leaned up onto her elbows. “I figured I was doing that wrong, too,” Ella said, defeated.

“No, no, um, it’s about pleasing yourself. If that feels good that’s exactly how you do it.” Mr. Jackson went into teacher mode, but wasn’t aware of the words coming out of his mouth. He was distracted by how perfectly her legs framed her womanhood.

He finally looked at her face. She was blushing, but not completely from arousal. She knew he was looking at her with something more than academic interest. “You might, um, just to orgasm, you might play with your clit more.” She looked confused. “Your clitorus,” Eric clarified. Still confusion.

“I am doing that, right? What do you mean play?”

“Lie back,” he commanded, “and do just what you were doing.” He had crossed the line from curious observer to instructor. “Good,” he coaxed as she slipped two fingers into her slit. “Now bring your fingers out and rub them up and down your slit.” She obeyed, not hesitating a moment at the request. He watched her carefully, and made a decision to cross one more line – from instructor to participant.

He gently placed his hand over hers, and immediately felt the heat of her desire. He firmly rested his hand on hers, allowing her the freedom to still move – merely letting his hand ride atop hers. She began pumping one and two fingers in her cunt faster. She sighed and her breath was ragged. He gently guided her hand to the top of her slit, where her sensitive nub lay waiting. He pressed her finger against the area and circled with her. “Ahh,” she rasped.

“There,” he whispered. She rubbed the vulnerable area and gasped. Guiding her hand now, he led her back to her waiting hole, allowing her fingers to glide in. After two pumps, he guided her back up to her button. Ella’s breaths were quickening, and she was close to the edge, in part because of the new knowledge she was putting into practice, and in part due to the one giving her this new information. His hand felt – right. Eric’s cock strained against his pants, and he was painfully aware of how restricted he was, but he continued with her rhythm: 2 fingers, pumping twice, them back up to her waiting clit, circling three times, then back to her slit once more. They were both in a trance, until he couldn’t stand the tension. Her hand slid away from her wet hole, and he remained, slipping his own two fingers into her. He stared at her closed eyes, wishing her to look at him with those beautiful eyes. As though reading his mind perfectly, she complied, gasping as he pulsed his larger two fingers into her. She circled her clit faster and faster with her hand, her face betraying her desire. He pumped her, curling his fingers upward. She arched her back and stiffened.

“No, no, oh no,” she writhed. “I’m, I’ll,” she gasped, gripping his hand.

“It’s okay,” he growled. The sound wasn’t as soothing as he had hoped, but she pulled his wrist toward her, grinding her pelvis against his palm. “Come for me,” his baritone voice commanded. And she obeyed. He felt heat in his palm and watched in amazement as she came into his palm like a torrent. He looked from her gushing cunt to her angelic face, but she looked anything but angelic. His sweet student looked terrified. She tried to move from beneath his hand, but she was spent.

“I’m so sorry,” she wept. “I cannot believe I wet myself like that,” she blubbered.

“What? Oh no, no, no.” He understood immediately, pulling her to him in an embrace. She shook as she sobbed. “You didn’t piss, Ella, I promise.”

She looked at him warily, gazing up into his deep, brown eyes. She melted into his arms, and as he explained that women could orgasm in many different ways, she became keenly aware of the bulge in his pants. “You mean, women can cum just like men?” If the information came from anyone else, she might not believe it.

“Well, yes,” he hesitated. “And my god, you are beautiful when you cum.” She blushed but didn’t hide from his eyes.

“Thank you, for helping me. I’ve never actually orgasmed, I guess,” she whispered. “That was amazing. No wonder guys play with their cocks all the time,” she teased as she brushed the front of his pants.

Mr. Jackson expected a mischievous grin, but when she looked up at him, her eyes were full of only desire. “Now I want to learn how to make you cum,” she said hopefully.

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