Extracurricular Ch. 01

"Oh God, look at you."

"You're going to do more than look," he said, and she could hear the grinning glee in his voice. He'd scooped cream from the bowl, and he smoothed it all over his erect self, from head to close-trimmed root. "Go on, sweetheart. Your turn for dessert."

She stretched out her tongue and licked a silky trail up his sweet underside, heart thumping at the intimate contact with Josh McClain's gorgeous dick. "That's nice. Now suck." Like a good girl she opened wide, stretched her lips around him and sealed them tight to the hot flesh. The only cock she'd ever had in her mouth other than Gabe's, all pulsing-hard and buttered up with mocha Chantilly.

He groaned his delight, and she began to suck for real, stroking him with her tongue, sweet cream and salty cock combining on her taste-buds. She gripped his crumpled trousers and his ass, undulating soft mouth on hard shaft. Damn, he tasted delicious. She'd fancied the fuck out of him for weeks and now to be doing this, making him feel good... Such a guilty turn-on.

"That's right, babe. Take it deeper. Suck it all clean."

She took it as deep as she dared, lips stretching wide around its thickness, then licked beneath, lathering and cleaning up right down to his balls which she found herself fondling with her mouth for good measure. He'd only have told her to do so if she hadn't.

He laughed. "Look what a naughty girl you are, getting into it already. Suck me again. Suck me good."

She did, gripping him at the base and slurping noisily on him for effect, to show that she was more than just a silly novice, simultaneously thrilled and appalled at her own sluttiness.

"God, yeah, look at me." She did that too and was mesmerised by his lust-inflamed eyes staring into hers. "That's it, keep your eyes on me while you suck." His hand reached out to stroke her blond tresses. "Damn--what a hot naked little cocksucker. I knew you'd look fucking beautiful on your knees. That's it, keep sucking. Shit, I swear I'm going to fuck you senseless..."

"So was it good?"

"Sorry?" The question hit Christina from leftfield. She'd never expected her teacher to ask such a thing.

"Being with him. Honey, did you have a good time?"

"I... I... Yes," she said miserably. The memory boiled in her mind at the slightest prompting...

That great big dick plunging deep inside her and thrusting relentlessly, as he took her from behind on a throw-rug. 'Throw-rug' not least because he'd thrown her down onto it with laughing abandon, his cock still glistening from the attentions of her mouth. His palm swatted both her cheeks and, before she'd finished gasping her shock, her legs were parted and he was putting himself in place, his bulbous head prising her open.

"God, Christina, look how wet and ready you are. Fuck, this is going to be sweet." Then he was working himself into her, his thick cock steadily stretching her out, exploring the space inside her cunt. She was moaning under pressure of the huge insertion, stunned by the realisation that she was being filled by someone other than Gabe. Her one-and-only was being relegated into merely her first.

Josh eased himself all the way inside her, his shaft tight against her slick walls, enjoyment grating in his throat. "It looks so good, watching myself slide inside you." He couldn't help rubbing it in as she whimpered, could he? Then slowly he began his shafting of her, retreating and surging, letting her feel each stroke, momentum gradually building. His palms gripped and stroked her as his cock pumped steadily faster and soon he was clutching her shoulder hard, pulling her up to cup and fondle her tit as he thrust deep and packed her with himself.

"Where's your boyfriend now, sweetheart? It's just your pussy and my cock, all fucking night." He laughed and grunted and spanked her ass before reaching around to grope her bosom some more. "How're you doing there, Chris? Having fun? Lover-boy ever treat you like this?"

Why hadn't it appalled her? Why had it all served to turn her on even more, her fingers searching between her legs as she was soundly fucked?

"Yes," she moaned. "I had a really good time."

"That much I sensed. Which only adds to the confusion, right? You know if you weren't with anyone else, I'd say there's nothing wrong with a bit of fun, as long as you're being careful."

"But I am with someone else. I've acted like such a slut."

"Now sweetheart, you haven't..."

"Yes I have, Miss. You know it."

"Well... maybe a little bit of a one. But we've all been there, and you can trust me on that." Christina returned her teacher's wry smile through her teariness. "And it sounds like it hasn't been rosy for you and Gabe recently. Maybe..."

"No," Christina insisted. "No, that was... that was nothing. We'd have talked the other business through. He didn't deserve for me to do this. Miss, I love him. I really do."

Amanda squeezed and patted her hand. "Yes dear. I can see that you do."

"I love him, and I don't know how to deal with it when I'm with him anymore. I can hardly look him in the eye. Miss, how can I do it? Keep deceiving him?"

"Keep deceiving him? Does that mean you're intending to go back to the horny gourmet's flat again? Or let yourself be alone with him at the restaurant?"

"No!" Christina's insistence was accompanied by a flash of memory--riding him reversed as he sat in a leather armchair, so that she had a full view of her bouncy shame in his living-room mirror. She looked and felt so sexy-slutty, like her boyfriend had never made her feel. The things he made her say... Scratch that, she ended up saying them so willingly, playing the game he invented in that impossibly hot moment. Such a sexy game...

"No," she repeated with significantly less conviction. Making love with Gabe was cosy and tender, with an occasional naughty edge. Her extended interlude with Josh--that had been the rush of her young life. Pure sex. Even to recall it--eaten out and fucked in his bed when he woke in the darkness hard and horny, or molested and spanked in his shower stall next morning before he bent her over and rammed himself back inside her--was an adrenalin shot that set her heart racing. Only the dreadful comedown guilt, combined with the fear of betraying her guy all over again, was enough to counter the sensation. "No, I'll be good. But I don't know how I'm going to let Gabe think everything's okay. I keep thinking he deserves to know the truth and wanting to tell him how sorry I am. How will I cope?"

"How will you cope?" Amanda's voice had toughened, and she clutched Christina's hand harder. "How will you cope? You'll cope because you damn well have to. What else is there to do? Let it all spill because you feel so guilty you have to go share it with him and screw up everything, his head included? Like that's going to make it less of a problem?

"If you want to stay with him, I mean truly want to, then you fake that everything's okay till you feel it again. Then go out, buy some sexy skimpies and give him the night of his life. Make it up by getting naughty with him--get him in touch with fantasies he never knew he had. Blow his mind. But whatever you do, don't go harping on the one mistake you made, or it'll fuck you up and fuck him up worse, whether or not you stay together. Get past it, Christina. It's called being an adult, and that's what you are now."

Aside from anything else, the low-key tirade stopped the student's tears. "Miss," she said, "Miss, you're hurting my hand."

"Oh, sorry sweetheart." She let go, her face and tone softening. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh." She hadn't been, but the moment had been unexpectedly intense. "Look, you're a spirited fun-loving girl and you made a mistake. It's not the end of the world. That Josh guy--Josh, right? He's a junior player and he's got a whole career of it ahead of him, so remember your night with him fondly and move on, because you can be sure he will, probably with one of your fellow-waitresses."

The pang of jealousy must have shown in Christina's face. "Yes," her teacher said, "I know that smarts, but it's the truth. God knows I've met my share of guys like him. As for you, there's no punishment here unless you choose to punish yourself, honey, and I really suggest you don't. And if the guilt feels too much, for God's sake talk to me about it and not your boyfriend. Or anyone else for that matter. Make sense?" She proffered a box of tissues, so that Christina could attend to her tear-stained features.

"Yes. Yes it does." The student's distress was tempered with relief. She had a friend and mentor who would sustain her through her trouble, someone older and so much wiser, who had secrets of her own from younger days. Maybe they were close enough for her to unburden herself of the erotic memories which were tormenting her. At a later date. "Does your fiancé know about 'Mandy Summers'?" she ventured to ask.

"He does," Amanda said, an unaccountable hint of melancholy behind her smile. "I've introduced him to Mandy, and they get along very well, as it happens. Well I can't be Amanda the prim schoolmarm all the time. He likes it when Mandy comes out to play." She gave Christina's hand a final squeeze. "But look, I have marking to finish, and you, unless you've forgotten, my dear, have a translation passage to complete for me tonight. So I suggest you take yourself home and get to it."

Christina blew her nose, hopped off the desk and hugged her favourite teacher. The embrace was reciprocated warmly. "I know, I'll do it. It'll be on your desk tomorrow, I promise." She might be distracted by all kinds of tormenting thoughts, but she'd fight through them for Miss Winter. And yes, she'd definitely check out Mandy Summers online. Her teacher was too worldly to expect anything less, after all. "Thanks," she said. "Thanks so much. Really, really thanks."

"My pleasure. Christina, it's going to be okay. You know that, right?"

Amanda's smile was all reassurance and it conveyed hope to the schoolgirl. Maybe she could put Josh McClain behind her--contain her naughty secret and move on with Gabe. "Yeah, I know," she replied. "See you tomorrow."

* * * *

"Bye, sweetheart."

Amanda watched as Christina Lyndon retreated with graceful sorrow from the classroom. The girl's hands were held out slightly from her body and there was a sway to her walk as though she were already on the set of her 'fashion' shoot.

Now there was a girl who needed to be allowed to live a little. Gabriel Carter had seemed a personable young man while studying at Holland Park, but there'd been too much of the boy in him, with all the attendant insecurities when dating a girl as pretty and physically developed as Christina. His jealous tendencies had been apparent back then and they weren't going to get any less potent. Whatever path the girl chose, she needed to walk it unencumbered for a while. She needed to enjoy nights with a reprobate-in-the-making like Josh and suffer no guilt afterwards. That was what being a young woman should be all about.

The smile of the good-looking boy from the pub-night came to the teacher--how he'd hovered over their table working his callow charm--and she could not help but be amused. God, I'll bet that cocky bastard bounced her off the walls all night. And had a great fat smile all over his face once he'd taken what he wanted. That's a young man who knows how to satisfy his cock. She tried not to derive too much pleasure from the image of the lusty young buck banging his schoolgirl conquest as her swollen tits bounced freely. Doubtless he'd taken all the more delight if he knew he was fucking some other guy's girlfriend. Fucking her properly like most loving partners would never dare.

Amanda had no doubt either as to the young lad's mentor. Quite the family double-act. Yes, sweetheart--dealing with guilt is a bit of a trick. But deal with it we must. We're a pair, you and me, if only you knew it.

But she hadn't been ready to share that much with her student. Amanda Winter would deal with her own night of betrayal all alone.

She shuffled the Lower Sixth French essays and made some cursory annotations on the sheet at the top of the pile, but her concentration was shot. The situation as it now revealed itself was too damn rich to allow focus on much else.

Did they do that often, she wondered, uncle and nephew--go out on hunting trips so they could eye their prey together, the experienced man demonstrating his prowess to the learner? The notion drew from her a kind of grim satisfaction. Nothing was truly seedy when done with such consummate style. And yes, the whole business tapped into instincts of hers, ones which she had kept tightly leashed throughout her professional life.

Up until the night at The Oktoberfest, that was. Until that bastard had set them loose.

Rob, her darling town planner, the gentle bookish man who had put this rock on her finger, did not truly know Mandy Summers. He thought he did and for a while she'd convinced even herself that what she gave him on their naughty Friday evenings was the real deal. Mandy the Model, free spirit and purveyor of raunchy fun, would come out at week-endings and set his world alight with sinful pleasure. And how she loved the excitement in his eyes--of a loving and grateful man who'd never believed his nights could get so damned horny.

But, and the thought annoyed her so much she nearly snapped her pencil, he'd never had 'proper Mandy'. Not the hoyden who'd sucked the juice from life and men (plus the occasional woman) with such abandon in her student days. Teaching and Rob Alcorn had tamed her, and she'd let them; you couldn't live full-on forever, right? A bright girl needed purpose and a sweet intelligent guy with whom to settle. She couldn't go shaking it in night-clubs and then easily reassume a teacher's demeanour on Monday. Someone who knew someone would always have seen, and it would be "Out enjoying yourself at the weekend, Miss?" before first period was through. Then there'd be knowing smiles all around the classroom, whether or not any saucy tabloid pics had surfaced...

Holland Park was more civilised, true. The students were less teenage rabble and more young adults. Christina was a case in point, that rare girl with whom she'd share an intimate detail of her past and trust her not to go blabbing to her friends. Then there was the Oktoberfest evening; taking students out and buying them cocktails--a Mandy move if ever she'd pulled one. She'd put more of her old self on display that night than in years and hadn't Christina and friends loved it? Check out how cool Miss is when she lets her hair down.

And along with her hair, she'd let down her guard.

She was in full Mandy mode when first she laid eyes on him. And he recognised it, his dark look zeroing in on the hot teacher while his nephew was distracted with Christina. Her teacher/fiancée defences were lowered and a moment undid her. One extra flick of the eyes in his direction told him all he needed to know, as he reclined there absorbing all--with his flinty good looks and his open-necked shirt wrapping what she knew would be a granite-hard body. A granite-hard everything, heart included. Damn...

A fucker like him leapt like lightening once advantage was perceived. He'd known she'd be secretly delighted when he appeared beside her at the bar to strike up conversation. Mandy Summers was set instantly at war with her Wintery counterpart.

What bullshit had he been coming off with? Something about her students being treated to "a different kind of education" that night.

And she laughed and played up to his repartee. "Well I can't afford to treat them too much. I'd get myself in trouble."

"Oh, something tells me you could teach your group a thing or two about trouble." He'd got that right.

"Maybe I could," she said, as her drinks were poured. "But this girl's days of trouble are done." She allowed him a good shot of her engagement ring, the gesture a defensive one in response to her accelerated heart rate.

"Maybe they are and maybe they aren't. Are you still 'Miss' to them tonight?"

"Dressed like this? No, I'm Amanda, if they can summon up the nerve to use it." Now what was she doing, letting him know her first name?

"Keep buying them cocktails," he suggested.

"One each--beyond that they're on their own."

"Very sensible. But I still don't think the trouble lies too far beneath your surface, Amanda."

"That's a possibility," she said, allowing a sly smile as she paid. "But they'll never know for sure. And neither will you."

"That'd be a great shame--for us both."

"That is a great shame. For you." She was reaching for two cocktails when he whipped the card from his wallet, wrote on the back of it with a slim silver pen and eased it into her grip. "Now why would you be doing that? Presumptuous, given what I've just said."

"Purely professional. My company creates business software and I've given talks to Sixth Form business students in more than one school. That's my private number on the back. Feel free to..."

"I'll pass it on to the head of Business Studies," she said, adopting Amanda Winter's brisker tone to compensate for the slipping of the card into her purse. "I'm sure Ken will be delighted to talk to you."

"If it's anyone called Ken on the other end of the call, I'll know you've sadly taken me at my word."

It made her laugh again. Mandy and Amanda were going twelve rounds inside her as she took the cocktails and turned to leave him. "Oh I know exactly how to take you, Gavin."

"I don't doubt it for a second." He stared right into her. She recalled vividly how those steely blue eyes had penetrated Amanda's outer shell and gazed on Mandy Summers, wanton and neglected. "You have a good night, Amanda."

It had been all she could do to compose herself as she returned to her students, her mind alive with the possibility of a whole other 'good night'. Thank fuck none of the group had noticed the conversation. When he later showed up at the table alongside his hot younger version, no connection could be made with earlier. She was cool as hell with him--too cool. He knew he'd gotten to her and that his card was tucked away in her purse to taunt her the next day.

Amanda still had it there, a memento of that night--a contender for the most debauched in her experience. She should get rid of the thing. She should have got rid of it the morning after the Oktoberfest, but the scribbled instruction on the back along with the phone number had been so arresting. 'It's wrong. Do it.' A Mandy kind of message if ever one had been written. It disturbed her that the tall and stone-jawed stranger from the bar knew her Mandy-self instinctively, while poor Rob never truly could.

The card's slim dimensions weighed on her soul for two entire days like it had peculiar atomic density. It was a connection to him and the promise of lust, pure and unfettered. She hadn't experienced that in years and hadn't thought she would do so ever again.

Her life's great trade-off had been a good one--the forsaking of raw passion for the warmth of romance. Even in the heat of temptation she didn't doubt her love for Rob. Her affection ran deep, and she wouldn't hurt her guy for the world.

But the words on the card and the look with which the archetypally tall, dark stranger had left her would not let her go. They tapped into the indecent notion she'd carried since the engagement--that her commitment to marriage and security and convention had earned her one last hurrah, not unlike a groom's stag-night fling. Rob would have her all his life and she'd be good to him, but for a single glorious night she wanted to be good to herself, to indulge Mandy one more time. The idea had been vague, but damn, it crystallised the moment he spoke to her.