Extracurricular Learning (Ch 3 – Handjobs and Heavy Petting) [MF]

*****Characters and Events are fictional. Any similarities to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Thanks for the feedback- I’m still not sure how to title, but maybe this helps!*****

Eric Jackson watched as Ella Fitzpatrick walked down the hall of Lee High School, giggling with the girls she was walking with between periods. “Don’t forget Science Bowl practice tonight, Ella,” he said, mustering as much cheerfulness as he could. Her smiling face became quite serious as she turned toward him, then shook her head and walked away.

It had been 3 days since their tryst in the school basement. Three nights of the science teacher dreaming about Ella’s body, the heat of her desire, the feel of her wet hole gripping his fingers. The next day he had told Ella they shouldn’t be together – couldn’t be together, and he sent her away from the basement to help the school librarian sort new books for the elementary school. The following day, he had Mrs. Key, the art teacher, take over his duties in the basement. The truth was he couldn’t trust himself near the tall, beautiful 18 year old senior. He was afraid he’d teach her much more than the sex ed book she asked about if alone with her too long.

And Ella noticed. In three days she went from hurt to distant to ice cold. Even when Mr. Jackson called Ella “Ella Fitzgerald” or “Bella Ella,” like he had done since she was a freshman, she just rolled her eyes and kept walking. He had gone from having his fantasy fulfilled to his fantasy hating him in three days’ time. He was determined to set things right.
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The three boys on the Science Bowl team sat at their desks, watching some video game YouTuber. They all stopped when Ella came in. Mr. Jackson’s cock twitched; he couldn’t imagine what the hormone-loaded teenage boys were thinking. Ella was dressed in her volleyball uniform- tiny boy-shorts and a sleeveless jersey that were skin-tight. Mr. Jackson was especially interested in the number 23 adorning Ella’s chest; he was certain she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I thought volleyball season was over,” Eric Jackson managed when he caught himself staring.

“It is,” Ella smiled, “but someone at the yearbook lost our team photos.” She took a chair next to the boys. As team coach , Mr. Jackson felt his team was as ready as they could be for the state competition in 2 weeks. The “practice” was really just a meeting and an excuse to see Ella. He passed out a paper with the itinerary for the trip to Richmond, a release for parents to sign, and a reminder of rules. They discussed team shirts and sleeping arrangements, which made him blush for some reason. Ella would be rooming with her mom, who volunteered to be a team sponsor. The boys would stay in one room and Mr. Jackson would be in a separate room.

The meeting adjourned, it was unanimously approved that the team would go out for ice cream at the local mom and pop ice cream parlor. Once everyone had their fill, they began leaving for home. Ella and Eric were the last ones to go. “Would you like a ride, Ella?” Mr. Jackson asked as he watched her check her phone.

She looked at him, blue eyes glistening. She nodded silently. “I came to school with Lisa,” she explained as she got into his Jeep. Lisa was Ella’s best friend and the often came to school together.

Mr. Jackson looked at Ella and nodded. She stared out the passenger side window, biting the inside of her cheek. He started his car and began heading North toward Ella’s family’s home. She lived 5 miles out of the city limits, but about a mile outside of town, torrential rain began falling. The road was difficult to see. “I hate these storms,” he laughed nervously. “These roads wash out so easily.” She was quiet. He pulled over on the shoulder of the road. The road ahead turned to dirt quickly and, while he was certain his Jeep could make it, he really wanted to talk to Ella. “Let’s see if it slows down,” he said to no one in particular, looking out the front windshield.

Ella got her phone, sniffling as she texted. “Are you texting your parents?” Eric asked.

“Do you care?” Ella asked angrily. “Why did I come with you?” she angrily shouted over the increasing noise of the rain.

“I didn’t make it rain!” Mr.Jackson said defensively. She rolled her eyes. “Besides we need to talk. I want to talk to you!” Her reached for her arm, ice cold. Her nipples strained against her shirt and he noticed her shiver as she folded her arms against her. He reached behind his seat and offered her his William and Mary sweatshirt. “You’re cold; here.”

She offered a glance, softening, and took the grey sweatshirt. “It’s kind of clean,” he said as he bent his head to meet her eyes. A small laugh met him. They sat in silence until her phone buzzed.

“Mom says to stay put; it’s worse that way,” she said as she tilted her chin towards the road.

“It’s bad,” Eric agreed. Silence again. “Ella, I’m sorry we haven’t talked…”

“You ghosted me!” she accused angrily. “How could you after…” She began crying.

“How could I ghost you! I see you every day. Every day I see you I want you more! Do you know how frustrating that is?”

Ella was conflicted, feeling loathing and lust at the same time. He wanted her, but he wasn’t the only one frustrated. “You avoided me,” she finally said quietly.

“If I am around you as much as I want to be I’ll end up getting fired.”

“I’m an adult,” she whined, but the brutal honesty struck a cord. “You think I’m a spoiled brat,” Ella said, feeling dejected.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Eric said, “Ella Bella, Miss Ella Fitzgerald, Queen of Soul.”

“Queen of Jazz,” Ella corrected.

“There’s that smile.” Eric touched Ella’s face and moved a stray hair that had escaped her ponytail.

Ella relished his touch and gazed at him. He was looking at her with something she had never seen in the boys at her school. More than lust, the raw emotion he showed to her took her breath away. She leaned in, as her brain sounded alarms against the move. She felt that rejection would break her heart permanently.

He kissed her deeply, inhaling her breath when they paused. He ventured his tongue and was rewarded with her own tongue, exploring his mouth playfully. She heard his seat belt unbuckle and stopped, looking at him dreamily. She unfastened her belt as well. He began kissing her again, turning toward her. He was glad he had removed the console between the seats.

She felt his hand grip behind her neck, and he kissed her greedily. She could count on her hands the number of times she had kissed a boy, but none compared to this. His kisses were both needy and generous, taking what he wanted but giving equally. She drank him in and began looking for a place to put her hands, settling on his chest. He was built, and she let her hands explore his muscular build. Her phone buzzed insistently and she reluctantly broke away. “My mom,” she breathed heavily.

She assured her mom they were still waiting, and that it hadn’t gotten worse, but rain came in a steady downpour. Then the hail started. Thick pieces of ice made the Jeep sound like someone was throwing rocks at them. She assured her mom she was fine and she had to go, unable to hear over the noise.

The Jeep was dark, but in the light of the radio, she could see Eric grinning at her. “You aren’t off the hook so easily, Mr. Jackson,” she said, playfully. “You watched me masturbate. And I didn’t see anything of you,” she pouted.

“Well, I masturbated, too,” he answered. “Every night. Sometimes in the mornings,” he teased. “You didn’t see me?” She shook her head as he leaned toward her. “Because I most definitely saw you. Every time I close my eyes, I can see you touching yourself. And. I. Get. So. Hard.” He punctuated every word with a kiss on her neck. Her hands wandered to his lap, where his cock stood at attention despite the cool evening.

She stroked him through his shorts and he shuddered. She broke their kiss to look down. He pulled down his shorts enough to show her his cock. She inhaled deeply, then looked at him expectantly.

“It’s cold, so it might not be very big,” he explained and she rolled her eyes. He was far bigger than her ex boyfriend. But his was the only one she had to compare. She gently touched him, and Eric gasped.

She withdrew her hand quickly. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“It feels so good when you touch me, Ella. Do you want to touch me?” Mr. Jackson asked. Ella nodded and gently took his cock in her hand once more. She wrapped her fingers gingerly around his girth.

“Your penis feels so good,” she breathed. “Your shaft,” she said as she stoked it down, using just enough pressure not to tickle her science teacher. “Your cute little testicles,” she stroked his sack, encircling each. “Your glans,” she continued up his cock again, fingering underside of his member. He drew air is sharply. She used her fingers the make small circles around the tip, using his precum as lubricant. “And what’s this again?” she whispered as she fingered his opening, still leaking clear thick fluid.

“The meatus,” he said huskily. “Oh fuck,” he added as she squeezed the tip between her fingers before gliding her hand down again. She giggled at the profane word coming from her normally refined teacher’s mouth. As she giggled his cock twitched, which made her giggle more. “It’s not nice to giggle at a guy’s equipment,” he chided, watching her hand and face as she explored him. “Or to show off with your science-y words,” he teased. She continued pumping his cock, enthralled by the feel and look. She used her palm over the head, rubbing, then gripping his shaft pumped up and down. Eric’s head lolled back and he breathed expletives. She loved the power she felt over him.

“Mr Jackson, do you like it when girls put it in their mouth?” she asked curiously. His cock surged of its own accord. She stopped her long eloquent fingers from their task. “Are you okay?” she asked, searching.

“Why?” Eric lowered his gaze, wishing her hand would start working him again.

“Your cock is jumping around,” she giggled.

“Because he thinks you’re amazing,” Eric teased. “And he loves the thought of your mouth on him.” She rolled her eyes. “Truthfully, no woman has ever done that for me,” he said honestly. Even his ex-wife thought the act was disgusting and never did anything other than vanilla missionary sex.

“I want to be your first,” Ella said sexily. His eyes went wide as Ella bent forward and licked across the head of his throbbing penis. She jumped as he began jerking and coming in long spurts, grunting and moaning as he came. She stared wide-eyed, looking from his shrinking cock to her hand covered in thick white cum.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he panted.” I didn’t know…” He was out of breath and struggled to get his brain to function properly. As he watched, she wiped his spunk from her hand with her opposite finger, and lifted it to her mouth, first licking, then sucking her finger clean. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. “You are so fucking hot.” She wiped her hand on her panties. He growled as he reached for her cunt. His eyes went wide in surprise when he found she was nude from the waist down. “When did she have time to undress?” he thought as he curved his hand to fit against her crotch. He palmed her easily, and used his middle finger to press into her pussy as she ground her clit into his palm. She squatted between the seats onto his hand, and his biceps strained to support her. He rested his forearm on his knee, leaning in toward her pretty cunt. His hands were rough and thick, and she loved it. “You are so fucking hot,” he repeated.

She rode his hand as the storm raged. The hail was over, but the rain didn’t relent. Lightning and thunderstorms now rolled in and the cacophony added to the heat of their desire. She moaned as he shifted, his arm getting tired from the position. He gently tilted his hand so she sat back in her seat, and tilted her chair back as he drank her in with his eyes. She lay, bottomless, in his college sweatshirt, panting with lust. As much as he wanted to see and touch her breasts, he loved the way she looked in his sweatshirt.

He rubbed her clit as she lifted her hips. He spread her swollen lips with his fingers, using 2 fingers of his other hand to slip into her wetness. She was dripping for him, and tight. Her heat was welcoming, and Eric quickly found a rhythm pumping in and out of her. Her pussy made obscene sounds as he finger-fucked his student. He then moved his hand, letting her labia close on him. He continued to assail her cunt, then used his free hand to pinch and stroke her clit. She began bucking wildly and almost screaming in lust. “Mmmnn mmmmnn yes, yes, oh god, yes!” She shuddered as she moved her hips for him.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he growled lowly as she moved her hips in rhythm with his quickening pace. He pressed hard against her clit and rubbed in circles. “I want to be your first, too.”

She screamed out as she came, squirting so hard her girly-cum struck the ceiling. Eric leant in and kissed her passionately as she came down from her orgasm. He hand slick with her juices, he licked his own finger before offering her another, which she’d sucked down in one swoop, never breaking eye contact.

Eric Jackson knew he was the luckiest man in the world. He removed her shirt and sweatshirt together, displaying perky round breasts with rock-hard nipples. He had been right about the bra. If Eric hadn’t already been hard again from their playing, he would have an instant erection at the site of her perfect C cup breasts. He leaned in and kissed and suckled at one as he pinched the other gently.

“Oh, wow,” she sighed. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and felt her hand envelop his cock. He groaned into her breast and she jerked and giggled. She began mimicking the movements of his tongue with her fingers. When he used his tongue to circle her nipple, she’d circle the head of his hard cock; when he flicked her with his tongue she would rub her finger across the tip, spreading precum around the sensitive tip.

Her hand began getting dry and she had a hard time pumping her fingers up and down his shaft. Eric paused as she pulled her hand away and watched her finger herself, pumping 2 elegant fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He was crazy with desire, and mesmerized he watched her return her wet hand to his cock; she worked the shaft again, using her own juices to lubricate him. The whole thing was so hot he reached his climax quickly, coming hard as he shuddered. He mumbled something about it being a long time, but she pulled his head toward her tits, wanting her globes molested more. He complied and attacked with vigor for a guy who had just come twice. With one hand he finger-fucked her until he was able to slip three fingers in and out of her, while his other hand fondled the breast neglected by his tongue. Greedily sucking and squeezing with his lips, he played with her until he noticed the rain had ceased. He reluctantly pulled away, but continued fingering her wet hole.

Her moans were musical, and drove him mad with desire. If he had the fortitude, he would have made her his, climbing between her legs and piercing her pretty little cunt. But as the rain ceased he slowed his ministration. Her breathing slowed as well and she looked at him with sultry eyes, laid out with her arms overhead and mouth slightly agape. He gazed at her to memorize this moment, her lips, which she bit on…her breasts, nipples, naval. And finally, her pussy, swollen and wet with desire. “I want to do more with you, but you deserve so much more than a musty basement or the backseat of a car,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her.

She returned the kiss, then hummed. “I’m not in the backseat,” she teased.

He smirked. “I really need a backseat.” She giggled and shivered. He handed her his sweatshirt. “I have to get you home before some farmer comes and finds us,” he said sadly.

“I know” she said with the same sorrow.

“Ella, I’m not teaching you anymore.” She turned to him frowning. “What I mean is, somewhere along the line, it’s turned into more. I am crazy about you. I want to share everything with you.” She began to interrupt but he stopped her. “I want you, but I can’t have you and still be a teacher and teaching is my life. My passion. I don’t know what to do.”

His admission startled Ella. “You are as confused as I am,” she said as he pulled onto the road. He drove slowly to avoid getting stuck. “I know I want you, too. I know I want to be with you – that it’s not infatuation or some schoolgirl crush. I also know that we are both adults.” She turned toward him. “We should take it slow. Even if you weren’t a teacher, I’d want to take it slow.” He nodded and they rode in silence, Eric wondering at the notion of what they had done being “slow.”

He pulled into her drive, and the porch light was on. “Ella, I,” Eric began, but just then Ella’s mom came jogging down the porch toward them. Ella got out of the Jeep, and her mom came to the driver’s door. Eric rolled down the window, frowning as he looked from Mrs. Fitzpatrick to the retreating Ella, then back to Ella’s mom again.

“Thank you so much for bringing her home,” she was gushing. Eric was unable to answer as she talked on and on about the weather. Ella waited, and couldn’t help but feel amusement at Mr. Jackson’s obvious discomfort. “I hate to tell you,” Mrs. Fitzpatrick continued, “but my sister is having surgery and I can’t go to Richmond with ya’ll.”

Eric shook his head, unsure if he heard correctly. “Um, I,” he began. “I think it will be okay. I’ll find another sponsor…” he said, dreading finding a female teacher or mom willing to attend last minute.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” Ella said cheerfully as she came toward her mother on the driver’s side. “You’ll take care of every thing so Mom doesn’t have to call anyone to cover for her?” she asked pointedly.

“Oh! Of course,” he answered. “I have it under control.”

Ella smiled, “Thanks again for the ride, Mr. Jackson.” She waved.

“Oh, right. Well, good night y’all,” he said as Ella’s mother stepped away from the Jeep and put her arm around her daughter. He felt dismissed, and backed out of the drive.

He heard Ella’s mom ask her if she was freezing, then, “Where’d you get that shirt?”He shook her head at Ella’s odd behavior as he drove away. As he drove he noticed the pink parties on his passenger seat. His favorite sweatshirt for a pair of panties – Mr. Jackson marveled at the trade he had made and what it meant.

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