English Class

This is an idea I had while trying to get to sleep last night. It's just a quick one while I work on other, longer, pieces. All characters are of course at least 18-years-old.

Unless I get a whole load of demands for more of the same this will remain a one-off story. I hope you enjoy it, take it easy.

Balke

Jimmy like Mrs Bridgman's class, aside from her being one of the few attractive teachers he had she was also friendly and willing to turn a blind eye to minor infringements of the school rules. She taught his English class, her lessons were usually lively as she put a lot of value on open discussion.

First lesson after the lunch break was English Literature and Jimmy was there early, normally he'd spend lunch with his girlfriend Talia but some misdemeanour had seen her previous teacher keep her in during the break, so Jimmy arrived without her. He was buzzing, Wednesday afternoons were a three-hour English lesson, it was almost as good as being allowed to go home early.

"Right!" Mrs Bridgman was shouting as the class filed in, pushing and laughing, "we're going to carry on with our work on banned and controversial books and the role of censorship."

The class weren't seated yet and most were still talking, this was normal, Mrs Bridgman knew they were listening and she wasn't about to stand with her arms folded like a statue waiting for them to settle.

"OK, let's move the front two rows of tables to the side," she called, "chairs out here," she pointed. "We're going to watch Danny Boyle's nineteen ninety-six film Trainspotting."

"Can we eat Miss?" one of Jimmy's classmates asked.

Mrs Bridgman walked behind her desk and lifted a large cardboard box.

"Popcorn," she announced, grinning as most of her class turned to her, their conversations suddenly forgotten.

Jimmy laughed as he caught the small box throw his way.

"Jimmy, where's Talia?" Mrs Bridgman asked.

"Caught in detention with Hoskins," Jimmy replied.

"Oh, fair enough," his teacher nodded, "we'll have to start without her."

Mr Hoskins was known for keeping students in detention during lunch break, and his class was in the languages block way over on the other side of the school.

"OK!" she shouted, "eyes front. You will of course have all read Irvine Welsh's book as I instructed you to, so here comes the test. As you watch you will note down things which are in the film but not in the book and things that are in the book but missing from the film, if any. We will also be watching through again for a scene-by-scene analysis later so don't feel obliged to write too much, just sit back and take it in."

The class settled down, some already flicking popcorn at each other.

"If I catch you doing that again Damon you will be staying behind to sweep the floor," Mrs Bridgman said, watching him lean forward to drop pieces over Becky's shoulder and down her top.

"Right, if we're all ready, no one needs to go to the toilet?" there was a murmur and everyone looked to the front of the class as Mrs Bridgman pulled down the projection screen.

The film started and she stood to one side, watching it briefly before turning to look around the class and check everyone was behaving themselves.

"Are you sure you can see from back there Jimmy?" she hissed, approaching his place behind the back row of seats.

"Yeah, it's fine," Jimmy replied quietly, nodding with a smile, "and I've seen it before."

"Oh, excellent, you'll be able to tell us all about it then," she laughed.

"Miss, shut up, seriously," Damon gasped in mock annoyance.

Mrs Bridgman took a piece of Jimmy's popcorn and flicked it across the rows and in to Damon's hair then returned to her own seat by the door.

Five minutes in to the film the door eased open and Talia stuck her head in.

"Sorry Miss," she whispered, slightly confused by the unusually quiet class.

"No problem," Mrs Bridgman hissed, "just find a seat."

Talia looked around the room from the doorway.

"Jimmy's at the back," Mrs Bridgman whispered.

Talia strained to see past the flickering light of the projector and spotted her boyfriend sitting alone at the back of the class. She quickly walked back to him, dropping her bag on the ground and taking a piece of popcorn before reaching for one of the stacked chairs. The chairs rattled together.

"Shh" someone said dramatically.

Talia tried again and more of the class took the opportunity to sigh and complain, most of them turning to stare at her. Embarrassed she sat immediately, slipping her lithe figure on to Jimmy's lap.

"You can sit on mine instead if you want," Damon said, receiving a ripple of laughter from the rest of the room.

"Fuck you Damon," Talia said, giving him the finger. "You don't mind?" she whispered to Jimmy.

"Not at all," he replied, "why'd Hoskins keep you in?"

"He said my skirt was too short and was a breach of uniform policy," Talia replied, taking the box of popcorn.

"You mean he wanted to keep you in so he could stare and check just how much a breach it was," Jimmy laughed.

"Probably," Talia sighed.

"Can't say I blame him," Jimmy replied, his hand on his girlfriend's bare thigh.

"Oh really?" Talia giggled, wriggling back on Jimmy's lap.

"Quiet you two," Bridgman said.

"Yeah James, quiet," Talia hissed.

Jimmy spread his legs wider and let Talia sit on the wooden seat in front of him. Reaching around her he took a piece of popcorn from the box as she clutched it between her legs.

They went on watching the film, sharing the small box of popcorn until it was empty. Talia bent forward to place the box on the floor, Jimmy's eyes instinctively dropping down as the hem of her skirt rose up. Hoskins had been right, it was too short, far far too short. Talia straightened up, easing back on the seat and feeling the swelling in Jimmy's jeans.

"What the fuck?" she hissed, turning a little to look back at him.

"What can I say?" Jimmy smirked, his hands back on her thighs.

"Your fingers are sticky," Talia murmured, leaning her body back against his chest.

"Sorry," Jimmy replied.

"Here," Talia took one hand from her thigh and lifted it, slowly sucking on each of the fingers in turn. She could feel Jimmy's cock bulging against her butt, each suck taking longer and each bulge harder and bigger.

Jimmy pulled his other hand up Talia's thigh and on to her hip, resting for a moment before slipping it under her top. As relaxed the uniform rules had become, one thing everyone had to wear was the school sweater, it was tight and uncomfortable and held Jimmy's hand firmly against Talia's body as he stroked up to squeeze her breasts through her shirt.

"Naughty," Talia breathed, her voice masked to the rest of the class by the sound of the film.

Jimmy could feel Talia's nipple protruding through the layers of her bra and shirt, he rubbed it gently with his thumb then pinched it, having to suppress a groan as she ground back hard against his throbbing cock.

Talia guided Jimmy's hand back down to her thigh and released it, the sticky coating on each finger now mixed with her saliva and only fractionally less sticky. She looked straight ahead at the film as Jimmy crept his fingers up her thigh, slowly creeping across her bare skin, sneaking under the hem of her skirt and down in to the warmth at the apex of her thighs. The hand on her breast had frozen, still holding her, feeling the weight and warmth of her body. She coughed lightly and spread her legs a little wider, giving her consent. Jimmy brushed two knuckles over the taught fabric of Talia's skimpy underwear, finding the small wet spot and smiling to himself as he rubbed through it with the edge of his thumb.

"You're so bad," Talia hissed out the corner of her mouth.

Jimmy kept rubbing, applying more pressure, feeling his way between Talia's swollen lips. His hand released her breast, reaching instead for the buttons on her shirt, making quick work of unfastening the top four and slipping inside, nudging her bra up and groping her bare breast. He'd moved so quickly, so deftly, that Talia had barely had time to voice a word of caution as Mrs Bridgman had looked up and in their direction.

Talia risked another look in the teacher's direction and found her looking straight back. Mrs Bridgman cocked an eyebrow and turned to look back at the film. Talia felt herself getting wetter, the thrill of coming so close to getting caught, the feel of Jimmy's fingers pressing the soaked crotch of her underwear in to her pussy as he idly groped he. He pinched her nipple, pulling it out and twisting it between his fingertips.

"I want you so badly right now," he whispered.

"Later," Talia replied, "my parents are out tonight, you can come over."

Jimmy stroked his wet fingers to the edge of Talia's panties, back on to her skin and under the sodden material.

"God Jimmy," she sighed.

He didn't hesitate, nudging her underwear aside he sought out her lips again, feeling between her hot, engorged folds and easing up to caress her clitoris with a single drenched fingertip.

"We'll get caught," she winced, her pussy involuntarily pushing down, begging for more.

Jimmy groped her breast harder, kneading the firm orb of flesh, thinking about what he wanted to do when they got to Talia's house, he'd have her squeeze his cock between her tits, jerk him off between them until he blew his load on them, fuck that was always so hot, and she loved it too. So many times she'd done him like that then sat on top of him, riding his inexhaustible body with her cum-splattered tits bouncing up and down.

Talia reached back between their bodies, shuffling forward on the seat far enough to slip her hand on to the solid bulge in Jimmy's jeans.

"Get it out," she whispered.

"What?"

"Get your dick out," she said.

"Now who's being naughty?" Jimmy hissed, dropping his hand from Talia's breast to the fly on his jeans.

He wriggled around a bit, struggling to work his hard shaft from the tight confines of his jeans but finally managing to get it free, finding Talia's hand immediately reaching back and wrapping around it.

"Fuck," Jimmy sighed.

His fingers were still in her underwear, casually stroking up and down her lips, he pushed them in, feeling her hot, wet interior open up for him. He could feel her contracting around him, massaging his fingers with her pussy as her hand slowly pumped up and down on his cock.

"I want you to make me cum," Talia sighed.

Jimmy pulled his fingers back, stroking just inside her as his thumb grazed over her clit.

"With this," she went on, pulling her hand up until her fingers danced around the bulbous wet head of his throbbing cock.

"You want me to fuck you, here?" Jimmy replied, sure she was joking.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded slowly, still staring at the film. "Stretch me open and stick this big, thick cock in my tight little cunt," she hissed, tracing a circle around his head with her pinky.

"Jesus," Jimmy groaned, feeling as if he'd cum right there as she teased him.

Without further discussion Talia released his cock, lifted her butt from the seat and and eased the wet scrap of underwear off and on to her thighs, lowering her body once more before pushing it down over her knees, bending forward, presenting her pert little arse to Jimmy as she pulled her panties off over her shoes. Straightening up she lifted her body, bringing it up and back, feeling Jimmy's cock hard and hot against her lips as she began to sink back down on to his lap.

"Uh, oh god," Jimmy groaned

Talia smiled, grinding her hips as she worked her way on to her boyfriend's thick shaft. She looked from the film across to Mrs Bridgman and saw their teacher looking straight back at her, eyes wide. Talia grinned and gave her teacher a wink, too far gone to care any more.

"Bridgman is watching us," she said softly, easing herself down the remainder of Jimmy's cock until he was entirely buried inside her.

"What?" Jimmy asked absently, sure he hadn't heard what he thought he had.

Talia didn't reply, instead she began slowly circling her hips, feeling Jimmy stir her insides, his hands on her thighs, one reaching up and, she hoped, oh god-

"Yes," she whimpered through gritted teeth as she began teasing her clit once more.

Jimmy brought his free hand back up to her breast, pulling on her nipple violently, causing her to gasp silently.

"Fill my hot cunt with cum," she pleaded, grinding down on him as he throbbed inside her, feeling her pussy convulse around his girth.

Jimmy moved his hand away from Talia's pussy, leaving her clit pulsing, desperate for attention. He lifted his hand up, slipping it under her sweater and on to her other breast, squeezing the pair together, imagining how inviting her firm, smooth cleavage looked under her clothes.

Talia closed her eyes and dropped her own hand to her clit, toying with it mercilessly as she writhed on top of her boyfriend. She'd sit on his face later, make him eat her pussy until she screamed, he should know better than to abandon her clit like that.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Jimmy grunted softly.

"Yeah?" Talia breathed.

"So fucking hard," Jimmy added, feeling the rush of his orgasm surge up from his balls.

Talia groaned happily, leaning back hard against his chest, thrusting her own chest out as he kneaded her breasts together, her head tipped back on his shoulder and she felt him kiss up her neck to her jaw, flicking his tongue awkwardly against her throat.

Jimmy opened his eyes, looking up at the film briefly, there was a movement, silhouetted by the brightness of the screen, as his eyes adjusted he felt his heart freeze, standing with her back to the screen and her arms folded Mrs Bridgman stood watching him and Talia. Catching his eye she walked silently towards them, Talia still oblivious to her presence. She leaned down, bringing her face level with Talia's, her nostrils immediately filling with her teacher's perfume, her eyes opening quickly and finding the woman staring back at her.

"Don't stop on my account," Mrs Bridgman whispered as the pair froze.

Both of them stared at her, knowing that for all her relaxed attitudes, they'd very much stepped over a line.

"I said continue," she hissed, straightening up, looking back over her shoulder at the rest of the class still engrossed in the film.

Jimmy gasped as Talia slowly raised her hips, her pussy dragging up his cock, caressing every inch of it. With a grunt she sunk back down, taking the whole length back in in a single movement.

"Uh, fuck," Jimmy moaned.

Talia locked eyes with her teacher, daring her to look as she pressed her fingers back to her clit and massaged it.

Jimmy knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came, and it'd be hard, audience or not Talia's pussy could bring him raging to the peak of bliss.

Mrs Bridgman stepped closer again, leaning down, presenting her breasts swinging in her bra beneath her loose top. Talia gasped, suddenly feeling the press of her teachers fingers around her lips, seemingly judging how thick Jimmy's cock was before bringing the wet fingers up and teasing them over her throbbing clit.

Jimmy couldn't see what was going on but got the gist from the subtle movement of his teacher's arm. She flicked her gaze across from Talia's eyes to his, her authority clearly demanding that he deliver. With a stifled grunt and protracted moan he felt his load erupt, his cock twitching and firing inside Talia's pussy as it convulsed violently around him.

"Fuck, Jesus, fuck me," Talia gasped, her hands suddenly clutching her knees as Jimmy flooded her and Mrs Bridgman's finger refused to withdraw from her clit.

"Ugh, oh god," Jimmy sighed, feeling another spurt deep inside Talia. Her pussy was still humming around him, keeping him impossibly hard and milking every drop of his creamy cum.

"Please miss," Talia begged, her teacher's fingers tormenting her pulsating clitoris through another orgasm. "Please, no more, uh-uh-uh oh-fuck."

Mrs Bridgman finally relented, dragging her wet fingers back along Talia's thigh, wiping the coating off as much as possible before reaching in to her pocket and producing a tissue to finish the job.

"I think I need to speak to you two later about your conduct in class," she said sternly, stooping to pick up Talia's discarded panties from the floor. She balled them, tucking them in to her pocket and turning quickly, returning to her seat by the door without another word.