Mrs. Moffit

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All characters in the story are above the age of 18.

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I stood in front of Mrs. Moffit's room door, hesitating.

I had asked her if I could stop by after the evening orientation, and find out what I'd missed at the group meeting. I was the only student from our team who had entered both a team and individual event and advanced to the national level competition in both. Now the time issues that arose from competing twice were starting to catch up with me.

It was after 10:00pm. The other two chaperones had rooms on the same hall as the team, but Mrs. Moffit had gotten stuck on the other side of the common area. I had never anticipated I would be so late getting out of my meeting - or I wouldn't have dreamed of asking to come over this late. We had three adult coaches for our group, two teachers, and one parent. I guess I could have asked any of them for help, but hey, it was Mrs. Moffit - the best looking teacher at Heritage High.

At least the light in her room was still on. I guess it wasn't too late. So I got up the nerve and knocked.

"Just a second." I heard her voice softly through the door. Then the curtain beside the door pulled back a bit, and I saw her peer out at me. She released the curtain, but didn't open the door right away. Then she opened it just a few inches, speaking to me through the door crack.

"It's a little late. I thought you'd changed your mind." She said with a bit of irritation in her voice.

"I'm so sorry. I swear the meeting just got over. I hurried over here as fast as I could." I explained. I had stopped long enough to change out of my stinking clothes, throwing on sweat pants and a t-shirt.

She seemed to think about it a second, just standing there, looking up at me.

I, on the other hand, tried to just look repentant, but I couldn't help but let my eyes slowly wander down. She had a fluffy white bathrobe wrapped tightly around herself, with bare legs and feet poking out the bottom. She usually dressed pretty conservatively for class, but nothing could really hide her knockout body. Even this big bulky robe, tied tightly at the waist, only emphasized her hourglass figure.

"Alright, Josh. I can give you about 15 minutes. Let's just go over the instructions as quickly as possible, and get your forms filled out."

The forms were the heart of the issue. Each team member had to have the forms filled out and countersigned by a coach. But I was competing at 8:15 am in the morning, then had to rush to the team competition, halfway across campus. I had missed the group orientation when everyone normally did their paperwork, I had been completing my individual competition papers. Now I had to get my group papers done before I competed in the morning.

We had been late arriving at the competition, because of a flat tire on the mini-bus. We'd gone to put the spare on, and found out the spare was flat. Calling AAA, getting our flat temporarily fixed, then buying a tire in Memphis put us way behind schedule. We were all exhausted and frazzled and really looking forward to some rest. I imagine Mrs. Moffit was more worn out than most, she'd spent the majority of the time driving, much of it in the rain and dark. I was feeling a bit guilty already.

Mrs. Moffit opened the door and gestured me in. I looked around her tiny room. We were all in campus housing, and the rooms were tiny. Each room wasn't much more than 10 feet by 15 feet, with a single twin bed, and a small desk and chair. She gestured toward the desk.

"The papers are there, along with directions. Start filling them out, and let me know if you have any questions."

I sat at the table, my back to her, and starting filling in the 2-page form. I heard a rustle behind me, and my eyes looked up into the mirror on the wall. Mrs. Moffit had removed her robe and was easing under the covers, with the blankets pulled up high, almost to her chin. She had a book in her hand.

My teenage imagination started to run wild, and I had trouble breathing. I was instantly hard in my sweats, and knew it would be a while before I could turn around and face her. The tent I was pitching would be pretty obvious.

The first page was pretty easy, but the second question on the second page threw me for a loop. I decided to skip over it for the moment, and continue filling out the form, between lascivious thoughts of what I'd really like to be doing, here, in Mrs. Moffit's room. When I completed all but that one question, I reread it yet another time, then read the directions again.

I looked up and saw that Mrs. Moffit was reading her book, and was wearing glasses. I hadn't even known she owned glasses. While I looked at her, she suddenly glanced up over the book, and caught my eyes. She held my gaze for a moment then raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not sure I know what to answer for this question." I explained.

"Bring it here," she said, with a sigh of exasperation.

I stood up and was immediately aware that my trouser buddy was still standing tall. I held the papers in front of me and walked the few steps over to her. I stood beside her, not knowing what to do. She reached out for the papers, so I passed them to her, nearly dying of embarrassment, and quickly crossed my hands in front of my crotch. She rolled her eyes as she took them, then settled back to read the question. I saw a puzzled look on her face.

"I thought at first they were talking about the first entry, but then I thought it might be more likely they're asking about our first competition." I explained. At my words she reread the question again, then set the paper down.

"Josh, grab that pile of papers on the end of the desk and bring them here, would you?" She pointed out a stack of paper sitting on a manila folder which I dutifully retrieved. I was more embarrased than ever when I passed them to her, once again exposing my raging hardon, made even more apparent by a wet spot the size of a silver dollar, at the crest of the tent.

She flipped through a couple of pages, pausing here and there, looking for more information. After a minute or so she saw I was still standing there, trying to avoid being obvious as I did my best to look down her top. She had a lot going for her up there, and the sheer slip she was wearing as a night shirt left little to the imagination. She pulled her feet up under the covers, leaving some more room on the bed.

"Sit." She said. Then a few seconds later, "You're right, this could be taken both ways."

She turned sideways on the bed, pulling most of her body out from under the covers. She was holding one of the pages out under the lamp sitting on the bedside table. It had a smaller font than most, and was a bad photocopy. She peered at it, through her reading glasses. I had no idea that people in their 20's even needed reading glasses.

"I took my contacts out already," she explained, "and I can barely see through these old glasses. I need to get the prescription updated. Can you make out what this paragraph says?" She asked, pointing to a paragraph on the page, but still holding it under the light.

I slid up next to her, my leg pressing against hers, as I leaned over. I slowly read the paragraph out loud, verbatim, not sure why it mattered.

"Hmm, that's what I thought." She flipped over to another page, and pointed again, "How about here?"

I leaned even closer, partially across her body, my shoulder touching hers, and this time I had to lean close, as I read the text on an image of a completed entry.

"Shit." She mumbled. I'd never heard her say a curse word. Not the perfect and oh-so-proper Mrs. Moffit. Not even a "gosh" or "heck". She leaned back in the bed, still sitting sideways, and let her head loll back, sighing. "I think we filled out every form wrong. This could have been a disaster."

We were a first year team, and really didn't have much experience at this kind of stuff. First year teams rarely went to State, and never went to Nationals, but here we were. And we were in way over our head.

"Be a dear, and grab me a pencil out of the desk, ok?" She asked, sitting more upright and criss-crossing her legs, indian style, with the manila envelope in her lap. Her top barely reached her upper thighs. That damn manila envelope was the only thing between me and that mysterious "V" between her legs.

I grabbed the pencil, and sat next to her again.

"I'm certain they're asking about our first competition. We're going to have to rewrite these answers. You remember each of the roles, right?"

"After 5 long months or repetition? I hope so." I told her.

She passed me a couple of the completed forms, and then went to work erasing one of the answers. She lifted the pile on her lap to blow off the eraser crumbs, so as not to get them in the bed. When she leaned over I caught my breath. I could see her panties which had been covered by the papers, and they fit her tightly, outlining unimaginable mounds of delight. Her breasts stuck straight out, and I could see that her nipples were hard, poking through the silky material. I quickly went back to my work, correcting Marcia's form.

"I can't write like her." I explained stopping.

Mrs. Moffit looked over and realized the problem. "Hold up a minute." Now she sorted through the papers, pulling out the three guys from the 4 girls. "You fill out these, and I'll fill out the girls," she explained. "Try to write similar but a little sloppy. It'll have to do."

I had filled in my own form, and was working on Kyle's when Mrs. Moffit chuckled. "Listen to this," she said then started reading Alicia's form. Alicia was such a ditz. We both ended up laughing harder and harder, leaning into each other so we could read the form together.

"Damn, I'm going to have to redo half this crap." She griped, then leaned back and rolled her head on her neck. I wanted to lean in and grab those big delicious boobs, but I didn't want to get kicked off the team, or out of school!

I completed my forms, stacked them, and put them on the end-table. Mrs. Moffit was still working on Alicia's form, and had another one after that one. She hunched her shoulders again, and rolled her head and I knew her neck and back had to be aching from the long drive, and the strenuous day.

I took a huge chance. I reached behind her and rubbed her neck, just the way Mom likes it when she gets home from the evening shift, nursing.

I expected to be rebuffed, but Mrs. Moffit just sighed, closing her eyes for a second. Then she reopened them and got back to finishing Alicia's form. After a few moments, she even turned a bit in the bed, almost facing the headboard, giving me better access to her shoulders and back. It also gave her better light from the bedside lamp.

Slowly, I eased my shoes off. I was going to move behind her, and give her a real neck massage. I was good at it. I'd been doing it probably since I was 12, but I wasn't going to drag my grody shoes onto Mrs. Moffit's bed.

Mrs. Moffit finished Alicia's paper, and set it on the bedside table. "Just one more," she sighed, then leaned way forward, stretching her back, arms and shoulders, her upper body almost parallel with the floor.

I slid around her, and as she slowly eased herself back up, I put my hands on her shoulders and neck and gave her my A-#1, guaranteed to please, super, Josh-special massage.

"Josh..." Mrs. Moffit muttered, with a hint of comdemnation.

"You must be exhausted," I explained, "after driving all day, and then having to redo our work."

"To say the least," she answered, back to completing Diane's form, the last one.

My hands did their magic, rubbing her neck, her shoulders, my thumbs running tiny circles at the base of her skull, the heel of my hands pushing through the knots at the top of her back. As time passed, I let them wander further, down her shoulders to the top of her arms, down the center of the back, following her spine, then working out to the sides and back up. My thumbs traced the outside of her spine, and I worked around her scapula, massaging the band of creased skin where her bra had been all day.

I looked over her shoulder and could see she'd finished writing. Now her head was just lolling forward while I eased the tension out of her neck and shoulders.

"Mmmm, you're good at this," she murmured, rolling her head around and leaning even further forward.

"Mom gets pretty worn out at her nursing job. Whenever it gets bad, I give her a neck massage." I explained.

"Lucky Mom," Mrs. Moffit said softly.

"You're back and neck are in knots," I told her, slowly working on her shoulders again.

"There's just so much," she sighed, "the drive here, making sure we have everything in hand, getting the paperwork done, getting to the right places, at the right time, and missing half the orientation day. Then there's the politics at school, issues at home, just so much crap. It's just too much."

She had put down the last of the papers, and was leaning forward. Her legs were still crossed, and she was completely out from under the covers.

"At least this paperwork is done," I told her softly, sliding to the edge of the bed, and picking up the papers. I shuffled them together, and stacked them back in the manila folder. When I turned back to her, she had slipped back under the covers, and was laying on her side watching me.

"Thanks for catching that, Josh. It's late, you can let yourself out." She told me.

"I'm not done with your massage," I told her light-heartedly, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking down at her. I put one hand on her shoulder and gently kneaded it.

She chuckled. "Oh, I think you are. Look, it's after 11 o'clock." But her actions belied her words. She turned away, lying on her stomach, exposing more of her back and shoulders to me.

"Your right, it is late, I'll go in just a minute." I reached across her, slowly massaging her, and easing the covers down her body, as I worked lower. When I reached her lower back, she mumbled. At first I thought I was being given the old heave-ho, but she sighed, and said "That's good, right there."

The bottom of her slip ended right where my hands were, just above the top of her light blue panties. The bedspread covered her legs and rear end, until just the top of the panties were uncovered. I rolled the covers down another few inches, exposing most of her barely covered, round butt cheeks. Then I slid my hands under her top and worked my way back up her back. As I went, the material slid up her body, until it could go no further, because of where she was lying on it.

"Rise up," I told her softly, my hands grasping her sides halfway up her back. She pulled her elbows in, and lifted her torso up, allowing me to slide her slip up to her shoulders, and even over her head. She kept her eyes closed as she lowered herself back to the bed, and I stood alongside her, easing the slip off first one arm, and then the other.

I fully expected to be shot-down any moment, but she just kept her eyes closed, sighing delightfully whenever I massaged a new ache out of her body.

What a beautiful sight. This gorgeous woman, lying on the bed in only her panties, her streaked blonde hair loose, her body barely covered from just below her ass, down.

I climbed back on the bed, and this time straddled her, slowly working my way down her back, working top-to-bottom, side-to-side. As my hands slid down her sides, I could feel the softness of her breasts, and daringly let my fingers wander just a little too far, rubbing the edges of her breasts, not lingering, just completing the coverage.

When I reached her rear, I covered the top, then skipped down a few inches and continued working my way down her legs. I slid the covers off of her completely and worked all the way down her thighs, and worked diligently at her tight calves before lifting her feet, and rubbing them firmly in the arches, achilles, and under her toes. I didn't want her giggling now, so I was careful to avoid any light touches.

Holding her cute little feet in my hands, her toenails polished red, but the polish chipped on a couple of toes, I couldn't hold myself back. I kissed the soles of her feet, and then lightly each toe, while one hand held her foot steady, and the other massaged her calf. We'd both been quiet for a while, but she moaned softly as I took her big toe in my mouth, and sucked on it just a bit. I eased her foot back down, and took up her opposite one, giving it the same tender treatment.

When I set that foot down, her feet were now spread well apart. She'd started with her legs tightly closed, but now, I had a clear view up the inside of her legs, to the dark stain that was spreading across the two inch strip of cloth that covered her forbidden mound. I worked back up the legs, paying more attention to the inside of her thighs than before. As I took more liberties, my thumbs caressing the edge of where her panties ended between her legs, I again wondered if my teacher would put an end to this. When she didn't I was afraid she'd fallen asleep, and would wake up and give me hell. I finally massaged that delicious round ass, and when she didn't stop me, rolled her panties down and rubbed her bare ass cheeks. She moaned, and then murmured "Oh God," and wiggled herself into a more comfortable position.

I stood up, and slid her panties down her legs. She pulled her legs together for a moment, allowing me to remove the panties, then spread them even further apart than before, when she set them down.

I pulled off my shirt, and pulled down my sweats. I was naked, standing over the nude, spread eagle body of my teacher. My heart caught in my chest, and for a moment I didn't have the courage to proceed. Just for a moment.

Once again I straddled my teachers legs, only one this time, and massaged her from her ass to the top of her head and back down again. But now my lips followed my hands, and I kissed and tasted her whole body. On the way down I continued to her feet, kissing and tasting her, but carefully avoiding her most sensitive and off-limits areas. Then it was back up her legs again, working up the inside of her thighs, and finally I was at her hips.

I massaged and kissed, kneaded and licked her ass and legs, working from the outside in, slowly approaching the crease in the middle. Her legs were wide, and my fingers brushed the lips of her soaking slit. I could smell her strongly, and it was like a drug, making my heart race, removing all thoughts from my head except conquering this body before me.

My fingers spread her open, and my tongue reached out and touched her, softly. Then caressed one side, then the other. My thumbs eased down and spread her lips, exposing the pink within, and my tongue traced down the middle, tasting her essence, lingering at the top before crossing that small area of skin and tracing across the puckered star of her butthole.

I licked her the same way again, and on the third pass she moaned out my name.

I was not a virgin. Far from it. But I'd never had a woman so exposed to me as this. My previous conquests were cute enough, and willing enough, but this was a woman. A beautiful off-limits woman, who I had lusted after for two full years. And she was naked, underneath me, moaning out my name.

For the next several minutes I teased, played with and explored this high-school Goddess. I let my fingers enter her, up to three at a time. I used my tongue as another digit, penetrating as far as I could. I savored every moment, every feel every taste.

But eventually this was not enough. My cock ached, and I wanted to bury myself inside her. I climbed off my lovely toy, and carefully rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were wide open, watching me openly, almost curiously. She didn't say a word, just slid back into the middle of the bed. Her large breasts settled to the side, her nipples large, dark brown, and topped by hard little nubs.